Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.